Meredith glanced at her phone, laughing at the message from Bianca. Apparently the night before, Liam and some of the other club members had tied one on. Meredith knew that Liam was probably trying to forget about the horrible situation his son was in, and she had heard rumblings that other things were going on. She was glad that she had taken Tatum for the night. The toddler slept on the couch beside her as she did work for the CRISIS house.Glancing over, Meredith smiled. Tatum was the perfect mixture of Liam and Denise. Her hair was dark, and as it got longer, it was starting to curl, just like Liam's did. Her face held Denise's mouth, but her blue eyes were all her daddy.As she was about to turn back to the laptop, she heard Tyler's motorcycle coming down the drive. That made her nervous. He'd been gone for right at twenty-four hours, spending time with Drew while he detoxed from the drugs he'd placed in his body.She got up from the couch, making sure that Tatum was okay be
"You think he's going to leave anytime soon?" Rooster asked Layne as the two of them sat in his truck waiting for an opening. They had been sitting there for almost two hours. As luck would have it, the coach did lead them to what they assumed was his home. It was in a middle-class neighborhood, not far from the school, adjacent to the neighborhood that Denise had lived in once upon a time."I hope so, I need to stretch out. I think it's gonna rain today." Layne's leg had been injured when he served in Iraq, and sometimes it was the best rain detector that any of them had ever seen.They lapsed back into silence, and Rooster couldn't help it, they'd been there for hours and there was one thing that kept playing in the back of his mind. He had to ask a question. "Why do you hate me?"Layne glanced over at the other man. "I knew that shit was coming."It hadn't been blatant, but the two of them hadn't seen eye to eye on a lot of things since Rooster had been hanging around the cl
"Pick up the fucking phone," Rooster mumbled as he listened to the phone ring in his ear. Finally, he heard the call connect."Statesman.""Randy? It's Rooster." Randy Statesman was one of the top-ranking members of the sheriff's department and had more seniority than most everyone else combined."Rooster?""Yeah, look, I don't have a lot of time to talk.""Why are you callin' me from a burner phone?" He was quick to ask the questions that Rooster didn't want to answer.Those questions were not something he wanted to get into and were why he had chosen to call from a burner phone. "That doesn't matter, but I'm going to give you some info. This didn't come from me."They were quiet for a long time, and Rooster wondered if his old friend would take the info or if he would come looking to bring him in. He was taking a huge chance, but the community needed Larry Thistle locked up, and if they couldn't take care of it, then the authorities needed to.Finally, the other man a
Roni was worried. Not thirty minutes ago she'd gotten a call from Rooster, and he'd not sounded like himself. It had been a long time since she'd heard his voice take the tone it'd taken while she was on the phone with him. He'd specifically asked to meet her out at their swimming hole. He'd asked her to bring a case of beer and a change of clothes.She parked her car next to the pool of water and wondered whether she should get out and wait for him or stay there. It was late August, but in south central Kentucky they had just hit their stride. What had started out as a cool summer for the most part had turned hot and humid. It was hard to breathe, and she'd heard more than one person at the shop refer to it as feeling like the armpit of Satan.Oh hell, she was going to be swimming anyway, what did it matter if she got a little sweaty before that happened? She got out, thinking of the last time they had been here. It seemed like so much had happened in such a short amount of time.
Monday morning dawned bright and early. Roni wasn't sure if she was ready for it, but she also knew that there was a ton of work to do at the shop. She also had a question to ask her brother. In the past, she never would have gotten herself involved in club business, but this was a different matter altogether. This was her business, whether they knew it or not. She had to know if there was a shot. Since she'd spoken the words a few days ago at their swimming hole, she hadn't been able to forget about wearing Rooster's property patch. It was important to her, as someone who had grown up the way she had. Pulling into the shop, she was excited to see that Liam was already there. Parking, she got out and walked straight over to the bay."What are you doing here so early?" she asked, trying not to startle him."Drew's gotta be at school early today. The guidance counselor wants to talk to him about what happened, so after his workout with Tyler, we went ahead and came this way."Bowli
Rooster was nervous. He'd been called to the clubhouse by not only Liam but Tyler. He'd been involved in meetings before, but that was usually when he knew what the meeting was going to entail. These calls had come out of nowhere. He'd been at the gym and neither one of them would take no for an answer. Putting his backpack on his back, he hopped on his bike and did his best to obey all the traffic laws as he made his way out to the clubhouse.Usually he enjoyed the drive down Porter Pike, but this time he couldn't appreciate it. There were too many thoughts in his head, too many scenarios playing out. Before he realized it, he was pulling up at the clubhouse. He shut off his bike and sat on it for a few moments, trying to compose himself."C'mon, man, we're waitin' on you," Steele told him from the doorway.That was great, they were waiting on him. Shit. "I'm coming," he yelled back, putting his helmet on the bike and running into the clubhouse. He looked around, not seeing anyo
In the last two months things had become routine with the Heaven Hill MC. Runs had started back, the girls hung out with one another, when the guys weren't escorting Wet Wanda's girls home or out on their respective runs, they hung at the clubhouse. Tonight though, as they celebrated their first cookout of the fall season, Rooster and Roni stood at the back of the property—orange and black balloons in hand.They had done a lot of work with Doc Jones both together and separately. They'd realized quickly that while Rooster and Roni the couple needed to work on things, so did Rooster and Roni the individuals. Just because they knew they wanted to be together hadn't made things easy at all—in fact, some days were hard, but they were working through them—together. Doc Jones had brought up on their last session that while they both said they had let go of the guilt of not having their child, they needed to figuratively let it go. Hence the balloons. They were releasing their grief into the
VOLUME SEVEN: BEGINNING OF FOREVERMeredith Blackfoot tensed as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and did her best not to bite down. Her hand gripped that of her husband, who stood at his full height next to her, as still as she was. They were both, it seemed, holding their breath. In actuality this breath had been held for the past eighteen months: the length of time since Addalynn had come to live with them, how long it had taken for their petition for adoption to be seen before the court, and how long they had lived their lives looking over their shoulders.The obstacles they faced had, at times, seemed overwhelming—yet here they stood. As one united front."Whatever they say, we'll make it through."She heard the soft words spoken by the man who held her heart, who'd held it since he'd saved her on the most awful night of her life. He was right, they would, but goddamn, it would hurt if they took Addalynn away. Their attorney had cautioned them before they walked